I touch the quiet cat
Between and behind his ears.
His softness mutes
His newspaper bed
That speaks no more her death.
My grief, cooling thunder,
Leaves rainbows in the tears
My fingers smear
Onto dried petals of his fur
Grey on Grey and blacker.
I'll remember rain
After the rainbows die,
After he moves
Off all remaining to me:
The blooming photos,
The worded grief.